Photo by A. Wilker Saturday March 10th, I signed copies of my book, Once Upon a Sandbox, at Chapters Waterloo, in Waterloo, Ontario. The table was set up near the front entrance of the store, right in front of … Continue reading →
Only a couple of weeks ago, Lent began. The Wednesday of ashes being sprinkled on my head. On the heads of others who would have them.There was a time when I didn’t think I wanted the ashes, didn’t want another … Continue reading →
We have a wedding later this year in our family. Last Saturday, my daughter (who will be the bride), her fiance’s mother, and I went shopping for dresses for the wedding. While we were out, we looked around in a … Continue reading →
You can find my blog post over at Canadian Writers Who are Christian where I wrote about using stories in writing and speaking as well as the oral tradition of storytelling. While you’re there, you might like to read … Continue reading →
On Monday, February 20th, I was a guest storyteller at Steckle Heritage Farm for their Winter Fun Day. Though we haven’t had much snow, we were blessed with some just the day before so families were able to go tobogganing … Continue reading →
This year Steckle Heritage Farm staff introduced a new celebration to their yearly events—Winter Fun Day. Family Day, February 20th, would be a good day to add a new celebration, staff thought, and while winter weather has been an “on … Continue reading →
A friend and fellow Toastmaster hosted a gathering of family, friends and neighbours (2010) and hired Elvis and Buddy Holly to entertain us. Above, Elvis Presley impersonator (US). Below, Buddy Holly impersonator (Canada) and his assistant from the audience. We … Continue reading →
We have been experiencing an odd winter so far. We usually have much more snow by now, but this winter, we get some and then it melts. The week before last, we had a light snowfall that covered all the … Continue reading →
I had to pull over to the side of the road when we were driving home one evening in the fall to get this sunset. Just couldn’t resist. To avoid getting the hydro wires, I would have had to go … Continue reading →
A fellow writer, Rose Brandon, has begun a blog with stories of Little Immigrants. These young immigrants were the Home Children from England, a story dear to her, since her grandmother was one of those children. Rose asked of The … Continue reading →
